Chapter 999: Mental Disorder

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"Hahahaha..." Feng Yin wore a bright yellow dragon robe, stepped up the nine steps step by step, sat on the dragon chair, and laughed arrogantly and proudly when he looked at the civil and military officials kneeling at his feet.

He finally became Mu Jin, finally sat on the throne, and the country finally fell into his hands. From now on, he would live the life he had dreamed of.

His fame will be recorded in the annals of history and will last forever. Later, he will also unify the Xiling Kingdom and the Beimo Kingdom.

At that time, he will be the only king in the world, hahahahaha...

Suddenly Feng Yin stopped laughing, frowned, and suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of loss and melancholy.

Then Feng Yin took out a red medicine bottle from his arms, poured a little white powder on the back of his hand, and couldn't wait to suck it up. Not long after he finished sucking, Feng Yin's expression and look became even worse. For exaggeration.

Mu Jin, who was kneeling on the ground, looked coldly at Feng Yin's obviously abnormal movements and expression, and raised her lips evilly.

It seemed that Feng Yin's dependence on drugs was more serious than he thought.

After the enthronement ceremony, Feng Yin left Mu Jin alone.

"Mu Jin, I have inquired, and there is no such thing as fairy powder at all. You are lying to me." Feng Yin slapped the table in front of him hard with both hands, and slapped the fine golden nanmu Zhuo out of the cracks in the calligraphy. He became angry with embarrassment. His expression was extremely terrifying.

"Indeed, there are no fairy fans at all. What spread among the nobles ten years ago was just a chess trend." Mu Jin admitted very frankly.

"What on earth is this fairy powder? Do you want to murder me?" Feng Yin stood up from the chair, his face was very fierce, and his black eyes seemed to burst out of their sockets.

"If the emperor dies, then who will give Wei Yuanwei the antidote?" Mu Jin stood in front of Feng Yin calmly in purple clothes.

It is hard to imagine that the same prosperous face has two completely different expressions, and the gap is still huge.

"It's good that you know, what is this fairy powder?" Feng Yin walked towards Mu Jin step by step, with a slightly staggering pace, as well as the expression of looking at people from the slits in his eyes, and the cracked lips. , all prove that Feng Yin at this time is no longer normal.

I don't know if it was the effect of drugs, or the reason for his nerves, or maybe it was the stimulation of drugs that made Feng Yin's nerves get even more out of control, making his temper even more irritable and unstable.

"Your Majesty, what do you think of this mysterious thing?" Mu Jin asked.

Feng Yin thought for a moment: "This thing can bring me unprecedented happiness. After smoking it, I feel light and airy. That kind of pleasure is something I have never experienced before."

The more Feng Yin talked, the more excited he seemed to be.

Wei Yuanwei said that this kind of drug gives people dozens of times more pleasure than a couple having sex. One can imagine how addictive this kind of drug can be.

"So this medicine is called fairy powder. I deeply sympathize with the emperor's misfortune in his childhood, so I can only use this medicine to make up for it." Mu Jin said with a smile.

"How can you be so kind? Give me the recipe for making this medicine." Feng Yin smiled coldly, with a sinister smile that made people's hair stand on end.

Mu Jin smiled and took out the prescription from her sleeve. Before she could unfold it, Feng Yin took it away.

"Is this the recipe for fairy powder?" Feng Yin asked, looking at the densely packed medicinal materials on it.

Mu Jin nodded: "Yes, but no one in the world can make this kind of medicine because the person who made it is dead."

Feng Yin didn't believe it: "With the prescription, how could it be impossible to make it? Besides, Ning Zheyan can definitely make it."

"It's a pity that Ning Zheyan is dead. No, it should be more accurate to say that he has disappeared from this world." Mu Jin looked at Feng Yin's face at close range. Feng Yin's face was not good, he looked a little tired, and the corners of his eyes were His eyes were covered with faint dark circles, and his overall complexion was not very healthy. As expected, the side effects of this medicine were great and could destroy a person invisibly.

Wei Yuanwei also said that people who take this medicine regularly will become thinner and thinner, feel listless, and have dull eyes.

Feng Yin was shocked: "How is that possible? Ning Zheyan is already dead, he is a evil spirit, he..."

"If you don't believe it, you can ask the people in the Hidden World Family. Ning Zheyan was destroyed by their people." Mu Jin said casually.

"Why did they do this?" Feng Yin obviously didn't believe it.

"Because Ning Zheyan is of no use to them. This medicine was made by Ning Zheyan, and even if Ning Zheyan gets the prescription, many people still can't make it, and I only have the medicine left in my hand. Once it's done, it'll be gone after you've sucked it in. If you don't believe it, you can find someone to make it." Mu Jin said to Feng Yin word by word.

Seeing Feng Yin's suddenly depressed expression, Mu Jin understood that the medicine in Feng Yin's hand might not last a few days.

"Impossible, you lied to me. Why would a member of the Hidden World family kill Ning Zheyan? He is as easy to control as a puppet." Feng Yin excitedly grabbed Mu Jin's lapel, his whole expression changed. Become crazy.

Mu Jin took Feng Yin's hand away from his clothes and said coldly: "Because in ten days, if they kill us and take away our hearts, the curse on them will be lifted."

"What curse? What heart?" Feng Yin bared his teeth and said angrily to Mu Jin.

"Our hearts can unlock the curse on them, so they have been using you. From the day we were born, they have already started plans for us. They are afraid that we will be difficult to deal with when we grow up, so they let us Your childhood has become so unfortunate, let us fight with each other, and they finally profit. Have you heard the proverb story about the snipe and the clam fighting, and the fisherman profiting?" Mu Jin didn't care at all about Feng Yin's reaction.

Feng Yin now has no threat to him at all.

"You're lying to me. Everything you said is false. You want to take the throne, so you lied to me." Perhaps because of the excitement of Mu Jin's words, Feng Yin began to become abnormal and grabbed his hands with both hands. He tilted his head and looked at Mu Jin with empty eyes.

Then he walked restlessly in the hall, talking to himself and seeming to be looking for something.

"This throne belongs to the person named Mu Jin, and your name is Feng Yin." Mu Jin put her hands behind her back and said these cruelly.

When Feng Yin heard this, he completely lost control of his spirit. His eyes widened and he felt extremely insecure. He pulled out the Shang Fang sword hanging on the wall and stabbed Mu Jin.

But Mu Jin straightened her back and stood there without even blinking: "Feng Yin, if you kill me, who will defend you and help you fight in this country?"

The sharp blade suddenly stopped ten centimeters from Mu Jin's neck, and the cold sword wind made Mu Jin's long silver hair hanging on her shoulders move slightly.

"Mu Jin, you are, you are bullying me for being inferior to you, you just want my throne, right? So you made up these lies to deceive me, what do you want to do? What do you want to do? I just want to take back what belongs to me It's just my thing, what do I have?" The veins on Feng Yin's forehead popped out one by one, his expression was both sad and angry, and the hand holding Shang Fang's sword was shaking all the time.

I wanted to chop it down, but I tried my best to hold it back.

"We are from the same mother. How can you be inferior to me? It's just that you have never received military training or read military books. If you receive the same education as me, you will never be inferior to me." From the beginning. Mu Jin's tone was very calm in the end, but it was undoubtedly irritating Feng Yin.

Feng Yin's hand holding Shang Fang's sword became tighter and tighter, and his expression became more and more terrifying and ferocious, as if the Shang Fang sword in his hand could be chopped off in the next second.

To say that they received different educations is to say that his status is not as noble as his own? Naturally, he cannot accept the orthodox education of the royal family.

"Feng Yin, you can chop it off if you want, but you have to think clearly about the consequences of your slashing. If I die, you will die too, because only the hearts of the two of us can lift the curse. Before time is up, None of us can die. If I die, let alone the throne, even your life will not be guaranteed. I am not just talking." Mu Jin looked at Feng Yin with a smile.

I don't know if it was the effect of the drugs or Feng Yin's mental illness, but his eyes were like a completely different person, empty and without any focus.

Baring his teeth, after enduring for a while, there was only one voice in his head, which was to kill him, kill him.

Completely lost his consciousness.

Then Feng Yin raised the Shang Fang sword in his hand and slashed at Mu Jin fiercely, but Mu Jin still just looked at Feng Yin calmly.

The moment Shang Fang's sword struck Mu Jin, a sharp sword stood in front of him.

The sound of weapons colliding with weapons was extremely clear.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. If Mu Jin is killed, we will no longer be able to defend this country, let alone agree to Xiling and Beimo." Mu Zhi persuaded with a sincere look on his face, holding a big knife in his hand.

But how did he know that Feng Yin was suffering from a mental illness, and it wasn't just persuasion that would help.

The way Feng Yin looked at Mu Zhi was in a state of madness and excitement. Mu Zhi blocked his sword, which only stimulated Feng Yin's nerves even more.

As soon as Mu Zhi finished speaking, Feng Yin raised his sword and struck at Mu Zhi again.

Mental illness can be very scary.

Mu Jin looked at the scene in front of her, just raised her lips, walked out of the door, and then told the people outside that they were not allowed to go in without the emperor's order.

When Mu Jin walked down the thirty steps and turned back, she saw that the door of Yangxin Hall was stained with brightly colored blood, like red maple leaves falling on the ground in the snow, which was extremely beautiful.

If this blood wasn't Mu Zhi's, who could it be?

It wasn't until Feng Yin opened the door of the Yangxin Hall with his hair scattered and his body covered in blood that the guards outside realized something was wrong.